"Kabirrrr, jaldi karo! We're getting late!" I shouted his name while adjusting my clothes and combing my hair, just as Dadi had instructed us to be in the garden by 6:00 AM for a ritual with the newlyweds. Kabir, however, just groaned in his sleep, burying his face deeper into the blanket.

I took one last look at myself in the mirror, checking that everything was in place, and then, fueled by frustration, I dashed toward him. With three long strides, I reached him, my patience wearing thin as he continued to ask for five more minutes for the past hour.